#immortalizing them - even if just for himself

[modernsuperhero]

I've never explained my Red Core concept to literally anyone except my partner Peggy but basically I came up with it while Last Life was still ongoing, prior to anyone knowing about Martyn's whole Watcher lore, as like a theory/headcanon as to what the life series really was. Ironically the Watchers were still involved.

The idea is that the red lives are the buried, rawest parts of a person. It's what they are when their outer layers are worn down to the core, a candle shaved down just to the wick. Desperate, lonely, and violent.

The concept continued saying Grian, upon becoming a Watcher, (specifically, the RED Watcher) came in tune with every part of himself - including his Red Core. And that Grian believes he's better off for it! That this is the reason he always seems to be "a red life with a green name" - he, unlike the rest, is always embracing his Red Core.

Grian specifically made the games because he wants his friends to be able to embrace their Red Cores too. Worlds like Hermitcraft with infinite respawns don't allow that desperate, lonely, violent part out - they bury it under the security of conditional immortality.

From Grian's perspective, red lives are themselves. They’re nothing but themselves, the rawest form. Green lives? Yellow lives? They have layers. They could be hiding something. Why would you trust them? You always know what red lives are after, what their motivations are. Best to only trust red lives. Best to make as many red lives as possible.

[ID in alt.]

The question of course is, is the Red Core what is burdening to a player, or are the external layers what is burdening them? Which part is truly the person themselves - the layers or the core? (Of course the true answer is both but in this interpretation, that's a delicate balance even Grian hasn't figured out.)

In the original Red Core AU, Grian isn't exactly a good guy, but he's not trying to be a bad guy either.

Anyway, I've used the concept of Red Cores - especially in scenarios where the Red Cores for one way or another get separated or torn out of the rest of them - for COUNTLESS AUs in the years since so I figured if I'm gonna start posting my AUs here I might as well provide some context for this.

#third life smp #trafficblr #grian #watcher grian #last life smp #traffic life smp #red core au #traffic life series #life series

[heliads]

Can you do Peter Pan x reader OUAT? Peter goes to the modern world with Emma, Snow, David and them as they are looking for someone. He meets this girl and takes an interest to her. He’s never seen someone with facial piercings, and dyed hair before, they come to realize she is the girl they’ve been looking for.

'magic finds magic' - peter pan

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Peter Pan is leaving Neverland. Worse, he’s leaving Neverland alongside Snow, Emma, David, and Hook. In terms of traveling partners, this has got to be the lowest of the low. However, the sand in Peter’s immortal hourglass is running out, and his first attempt at prolonging his life with the heart of Henry Mills didn’t exactly go according to plan. It’s this or nothing, even though Peter is starting to wonder if it would be better to just die than put up with these people any longer.

Never in his life did Peter Pan think he’d be working with the good guys. But never in his life did Peter think he’d be dying, either. A few compromises will have to be made in the name of preserving Peter’s everlasting life, and if that means he has to put up with some princesses and pirates for a few days, so be it. In no time at all, his immortal life will be restored, and he can go back to Neverland and put all of this behind him. Hopefully.

Peter was supposed to die back on Neverland. He was running out of time, anyway. He had set up the perfect scheme:  kidnap Henry, disorient the boy’s rescuers on his island long enough to win the Heart of the Truest Believer, and cut the organ out of the boy’s chest if necessary. He’d almost gotten away with it, too, except he was foiled at the last minute. Heartbreaking. So unlike him.

For some reason, though, he hadn’t been left to die in the caverns of Skull Rock. Emma and the others had needed him, for some odd reason, and although none of them trust him in the slightest, they do trust Peter’s single-minded selfishness to keep himself alive. So they claim, at least, and so they had gotten a spell to give Peter one more week of life in exchange for help. If this plan works out, Peter will have a way to continue his immortal life without needing to murder Henry. If it doesn’t, or if he betrays them, he’ll die anyway.

He can feel it now, the pang of his close call with death. There’s a pain in his chest that wasn’t there before, a certain weakness in his lungs. Peter gets tired more easily. He feels– well, he feels like Henry and Emma. He feels mortal. Like he could die at any moment.

Peter has, obviously, thought about double-crossing them, maybe even triple-crossing them, but it’s no use. He feels shakily mortal right now, and Peter does not much enjoy the possibility of his own demise. This is the closest he’s ever come to being beaten, and Peter hates the feeling. He’ll have to play along for now, but after that, he will have his revenge.

First, though, Peter has to do what the others want. They’ve been careful to reveal as few details to him as possible, but the idea is solid. There’s a magical person somewhere in the modern world, in a city far from Storybrooke. This person is like the embodiment of a true love’s kiss spell, designed to renew hope in storybook characters through small acts of power that ultimately drive two needed people together. They’re like a guardian angel of those on the brink of destruction, which is exactly what Peter needs right now.

Peter has plenty of time to mull this over. They’ve forced him into a terrible, small room with awful carpets– an apartment, Emma called it– while they talk out what to do with both him and their missing spell-person. Peter is trying to focus, but he’s getting stared at by Henry Mills again, which is absolutely ruining his mood.

“What do you want?” Peter asks, glaring at the boy.

Henry just goggles back at him. “Don’t you feel bad for trying to kill me?”

Peter snorts. “Why would I do that?”

Henry shrugs. “You pretended you were my friend. I know you like the other Lost Boys on your island, I thought you would have felt bad for killing one of them. I guess not.”

“I don’t feel bad about killing someone so I would live,” Peter says, then wonders why he’s arguing with a child. “Go preach your morals to someone who wants to listen.”

“The others are busy,” Henry pouts.

Peter eyes him unhappily. “And what, I’m your best option for polite conversation? You really are desperate, aren’t you?”

Henry rolls his eyes. “I’d say you’re desperate. You’re the one who’s still talking to me.”

Peter can’t really argue with that, so he deftly changes the topic of conversation before Henry starts looking proud of himself again. “Tell me about our target again. You said you saw them before?”

“Only in a dream,” Henry admits, “but it was a clear dream, I swear. I saw a girl who looked about your age. She seemed like any other teenager, but there was something about her that was different. The way she spoke, maybe, or the glint in her eyes. She was magical, I’m sure of it. She can save Storybrooke.”

“And save me,” Peter reminds him. “That’s the important part.”

Henry rolls his eyes again. If he keeps that up, they’re going to get stuck like that forever. “Yes, I know, you’re only interested in keeping yourself alive. So long as it helps us find this girl, though, I don’t care.”

Peter leans forward. “What’s your plan for finding this girl, then? A little scouting party? This city is big. You’ll never find her.”

Henry shakes his head. “Magic has a way of finding magic. Somehow, our paths will cross.”

“That’s a terrible strategy,” Peter grouses. Why is he entrusting his life to this boy again? He remembers something about having no other options, but it doesn’t seem as good an excuse right now.

“Ask the adults, then,” Henry tells him, and gestures towards the miniscule apartment kitchen, where Emma, Snow, Hook, and David are currently huddled around a table, talking in hushed voices about what to do.

Not wanting to mess with the kid anymore, Peter pulls himself to his feet and heads over. “Tell me you have a plan,” he says.

The adults look up at him. “Find the girl,” Hook says shortly. “That’s our plan.”

Peter scoffs. “You could search this city for months and not find her. What if she doesn’t want to be found? If this girl has any brains at all, she’ll know that people will want her magic and she’ll hide. It’s what I would do.”

Emma sighs. “We don’t even know if this girl knows that she has magic. She’s probably just living an ordinary life, and we’re about to drag her out of it with all of our trouble.”

“Don’t tell me you feel bad for her,” Peter scolds her. “You want this, don’t you? So go get it, or I will.”

Snow tries to tell him to calm down, but David, so quick to anger when it comes to Peter, surges out of his chair. “How about you do something helpful and think with us instead of just insulting us?”

“I will do something helpful,” Peter informs him. “I’ll find her first.”

With that, he lunges for the apartment door, and is out of the tiny room and down the hall before they can stop him. Peter hears the thunder of footsteps after him, but he hurries down the stairs and out of the building. He has the advantage of being quick on his feet; if Neverland taught him anything, it’s how to run when you don’t want to be found.

Peter emerges into the bright sunshine of the city and stops dead in his tracks. He’s not used to the modern world, how the knives of its buildings slash up into the sky, how loud it is with those cars and signs and people. Peter swears he can even see metal things in the sky, soaring along predestined paths. It’s all so much compared to the world he used to know. No wonder some of the others had a hard time adjusting. His mortal heart lets out a pang of sympathy.

The door of the apartment building flies open, revealing Emma and the others hot on his trail. Peter curses under his breath and takes off in one direction, hurtling around pedestrians and shooting down the sidewalk. He heads for smaller streets, hoping to lose them in a swarm of alleyways. The others, more used to the terrain of the modern city, are gaining on him, and Peter is just starting to think that he’ll never be able to shake them when someone grabs him and pulls him into a nearby building.

Peter’s first instinct is to defend himself, but when he isn’t attacked, he realizes that the stranger is only trying to help him. There’s a window just to his left, and Peter watches Emma and the others appear seconds after him. They didn’t see him enter the shop, and keep sprinting down the road in the direction they thought he’d gone. Peter waits a few more intense moments, then decides that he’s lost them for good and turns back around to see who’s gone to the trouble of rescuing him.

He’s greeted with the sight of a girl about his age. She’s eyeing him cautiously, although the corners of her lips begin to prick up with a wicked grin. “Sorry for the rough introduction, but you looked like you needed some help,” she tells him.

Peter lets out a short laugh. “I’m glad to be rid of them, that’s for sure.”

The girl arches a brow. “What, did they catch you shoplifting? I’ve never seen people run that fast unless they were getting chased by the cops.”

Peter narrows his eyes, trying to figure out how on earth he would lift a shop, then decides it’s probably some slang term he doesn’t know. “Something like that,” he says evasively.

He studies the girl’s face to see if he’d answered correctly, and, judging by her impressed grin, he had. “Nice,” she says. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Peter,” he replies. He gets the urge to introduce himself as he usually would– Peter, Peter Pan– then remembers at the last second that Emma had warned him about telling people who he was. Apparently, telling people he was a fictional character in their world wouldn’t go over too well.

“Peter,” the girl repeats. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Peter says, and realizes belatedly that he means it. He feels like how he had at the start of it all, when the Lost Boys had first started appearing on this island, but this feeling is far stronger. He wants to get to know this girl. He certainly doesn’t want her to leave.

“I’m new to the city,” he says abruptly. “Any chance you could show me around?”

Y/N laughs, surprised. “You’re new and you’re already in trouble? You’ll fit right in, Peter.”

He grins, in on the joke a half beat late. “I like to have fun, that’s all.”

“Well,” Y/N says, starting to lead him back towards the door of the shop, “I like fun, too. Maybe we should stick together.”

“I’d like that,” Peter says, then wonders why he’s being so honest all of a sudden. When he sees Y/N’s smile– real this time, not sarcastic or joking, but genuinely because of him– he thinks he knows why.

The two of them step back out into the light. “Where to first?” Peter asks.

“I was going to ask you that,” Y/N replies. “What do you want to do? Sightseeing, maybe? We can get some food, or just talk.”

“Anything,” he says. He’d follow her anywhere. The feeling in him right now is like nothing he’s ever felt before. The pain in his chest, Peter realizes with some surprise, is gone. He feels immortal. Like living in this one moment could last forever.

They end up spending the next few hours together. Y/N shows him around the city, taking Peter to her favorite spots. Peter stares at the vast cityscape and finally starts to understand why someone might choose the modern world over the natural one. He’ll always pick Neverland first, of course, but seeing the world through Y/N’s eyes, it makes sense.

The two of them get along like a house on fire. Y/N’s got this rebellious streak to her that fits in perfectly with Peter’s, well, Peter-ness. No joke is too dark, no sarcastic comment too caustic. They feel the same. Peter doesn’t think he’s ever met someone who thinks so much like him.

As the sun starts to set in the sky, Peter feels his spirits sinking. He doesn’t want to let go of this day, not when he knows it can never happen again. He’s supposed to be finding Henry’s spell-girl, but all Peter wants to do is spend more time with Y/N.

His mood is especially ruined when they turn a corner and find Henry Mills walking towards them. Peter’s eyes widen and he tries to steer Y/N back in the direction they’d come, but it’s too late. Henry lets out an audible gasp and starts hurrying towards them.

“Peter,” Henry calls out when he’s close enough to talk, “We’ve been looking for you all over! Where have you been?”

Y/N glances at Henry dubiously. “Who’s this?”

“My little brother,” Peter blurts out.

At the same time, Henry chimes in, “My friend from school.”

Peter shoots the younger boy a quick glare, then turns back to Y/N. “Both, actually. He’s my step-brother. Recent marriage. We’re still getting acclimated. Our family is a little chaotic.”

“You can say that again,” Henry mumbles. Peter fights the urge to butcher him.

While Peter silently advises himself on why murder would be bad at a time like this, Henry stares openly at Y/N. All of a sudden, the boy’s mouth hangs open. “Oh my gosh, it’s you.”

Y/N’s brow furrows. “Excuse me?”

All of a sudden, Peter feels a sick sensation in his stomach. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t.

“You’re the girl from my dream,” Henry announces. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Y/N looks back at Peter. “What’s he talking about?”

The open, carefree expression, which had been on her face all day, is starting to be replaced with deep, unsettled fear. Peter hates to see it directed at him. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he begins. “Something about yourself.”

“You’re sounding a little creepy right now,” Y/N warns him. “Get to the point.”

“Alright,” Peter says. “You’re magical. So am I. We need your help to break a curse and save my life. How about that?”

Y/N shakes her head quickly. “This is crazy. Magic isn’t real.”

Peter can’t lose her, not like this, so he leans forward and holds out his hand. A ball of light appears inside his cupped fingers, glowing and bright. It’s a simple charm, one of the first he learned, but it has the desired effect. 

Y/N stares at it, transfixed, and when she speaks again, her voice is hushed. “That’s impossible.”

“Nothing is impossible,” Peter says. “Not magic. Not even the fact that you would find me in this city by accident. Magic is drawn to magic.”

Y/N’s eyes slowly raise to meet his. “This is real, then. I have magic.”

“You have magic,” Peter confirms. “Come with us, we can show you. They’re good people, Y/N. You can trust them.”

It’s the closest he’s ever come to honesty. For once, Peter isn’t playing a game. He isn’t trying to trick Y/N over to his side. He just wants her to be safe, and he knows that isn’t through lies.

Y/N smiles at him. “I trust you, Peter. That’s enough for me.”

She reaches over and takes his hand. Now that he’s focusing on it, Peter can feel the slow loop of her magic when they touch. It feels like power, but more than that, it feels like life. A life with her, maybe. A life for both of them.

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#peter pan #peter pan imagines #peter pan x reader #peter pan oneshot #ouat #ouat x reader #ouat oneshot #once upon a time #once upon a time x reader #once upon a time oneshot #once upon a time imagines #peter pan ouat #ouat peter pan #ouat peter pan imagines #ouat peter pan x reader #oaut peter pan oneshot #once upon a time peter pan #once upon a time peter pan imagines #once upon a time peter pan x reader #once upon a time peter pan oneshot

[tac-the-unseen]

The Lost Boys x Reader Cuddle Headcannons

Minor adjustments for formatting, and small updates

•Cuddling with all the boys at once has proven to be a bit of a task

•All of them obviously what to be touching and holding you

•But with only one you....it's difficult

•They all come to the conclusion to pile on with you in the center of the chaos ball

•Paul and Marko lays on top of you

•Dwayne curls up next to you

•David gets on the other side of you

•if your sitting on the couch the structure is a bit different

•Dwayne is behind you

• Marko is in one arm

•Paul is in your chest

•and David is in your other arm

•vampires can let out small purring/buzzing like noises and your surrounded by vibrations

•cuddles can happen for most any occasion

•Happy, Sad, Horny, sick, Sleep, movie night, anything

•sometimes the boys will tell you stories about things they've done in there immortal lives

•David likes to press kisses into your shoulder while the others talk your ear off

•Dwayne tells the best stories, he can even recite his favorite books from memory.

•Paul and Marko mostly tell you about the time they scared a guy so bad he actually shit himself

•The two of them can't stop laughing when they retell the memory

•Dwayne and David might be rolling their eyes but they think it's pretty funny too

•their vampires of course their gonna give you little love bites while snuggled up to you

•Also some light groping if your in a sexual relationship with them

•doesn't matter if your Afab or Amab there with will someone grabbing your chest and telling you they like your boobies

•if your cuddling after they've fed, then their actual warm for a change

•if not...grab a blanket

•cuddle sessions usually end up with somebody making out with somebody

•Paul and Marko will bug you for affection in anyway you'll give it

•forehead kisses are not just wanted but demanded

•depending on the time of day/night they might not get up until they're forced too

•you will not be getting up to pee unless you promise something in return

•kishes 💋

Thanks for reading <3

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #80s #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #Reader #x reader #fluff #headcanon #vampire #slashers

[happyheidi]

𝖵𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗇 𝖦𝗈𝗀𝗁'𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗌

1- 𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘈𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 1888 2- 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵-𝘙𝘦́𝘮𝘺-𝘥𝘦-𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘍𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 1890 3- 𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘈𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 1888 4- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘖𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘈𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 1888

#look at his love for spring #how flowers grow - that they grow in the first place… #I feel like he showed them how much he appreciated and loved them by painting them #immortalizing them - even if just for himself #I’m rambling… #I just love his art am #cottagecore #vincent van gogh #nature #naturecore #flowers #flowercore #art #artwork #paintings #spring aesthetic #light academia aesthetic #classic academia

[moderndaypandora]

Hob is going to come home one day two months into Dream's retirement (and seven weeks into their marriage) and Dream's going to be full Victorian maiden on the chaise lounge, arm covering his eyes.

Hob, who is not a fool: Want to talk about it, or want to be consumed by the agonies for a little while longer while I prepare dinner? You got groceries, right?

Dream: [horrible groaning dirge of assent]

Hob: I'm starting to get a little concerned, dearest

Dream: I went out to. Obtain groceries. And the woman at the till said 'enjoy your food'.

Hob: And you said?
 Dream: "My thanks. you as well."

Hob: My poor love. Have a kiss to ease the sting.

Dream: [accepting the forehead kiss as his due] I can't go back to that grocery store in this lifetime.

Hob: Understandable.

Dream: Can we fake our deaths tomorrow?

Hob: Give me two weeks to wrap everything up, then we can.

Dream: <3

#dreamling #you can take the dream out of Dream but you can't take the dramatics #he's going to be horrified to realize that sometimes humans just replay their worst/embarrassing moments in their heads on loop at 3am #instead of sleeping #dream didn't suddenly gain social skills when he became an immortal human #he just lost the ability to will himself away in a cloud of sand #poor dream just wants humanity to be petting cats and fucking his husband #and instead it's Failing To Small Talk Correctly #and everybody everywhere immediately sensing he has No Chill Except On Rare Occasions #even getting drunk off his mind to forget that just results in hangovers the next day #but the bit where Hob is constantly demanding them to take lovey dovey selfies for his phone backgrounds is nice #and Hob will mention my husband in all conversations just because he's so pleased they're married #Hob. Marjorie knows we're married already. It is unnecessary to introduce me as your husband still. #Hob: idk she was looking like she'd forgotten that fact since last time

[sketchyracoon]

No matter the universe them getting together is a silly event. Hopefully emo them is safe from the timeline imploding though...

#my art #emonette #Toxinelle #MiraculousSpecial #MiraculousLadybug #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #shadybug #claw noir #griffe noire #mlb paris special #ml paris special #paris special #they're so silly in the emo verse i love that for them. shady had a sword and claw got himself cataclismed on PURPOSE #they're just a little unhinged in a way thats so funny. #i genuinly think that they'd write my immortal in their universe #not even in french. Mari in the emoverse just knows english and this is how she practices lol. #they're so cringe fail and im obsessed with the fact that these are genuinly better designs than the normieverse #like whats going on in the design studio of miraculous i yearn to know

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

i've never even seen the show First is from and yet i love your First x Chase Young ship so i have to ask. If anything did HAPPEN between the two of them what sort of emotions would they be dealing with afterwards?

Wow, this is such an unexpectedly nice compliment for me? Cause it means, you are a Chase/XS fan, who saw my crack ship and went 'I don't know what's going on, but I enjoy your silly little ship, funny crossover shipper.' and you know what? It's very nice and made me happy. ;) Thank you!

And well who said nothing ever happened between them lol IF anything happened between those two (be it emotional or physical ;3), their default way of dealing it would be DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL, in similar but also in slightly different ways.

Chase Young is a man who seemingly doesn't do softer emotions. Any possible feelings and reactions who could be attributed to him actually caring about First Ninja, are re-labeled in his head into him doing all of this because he is trying to manipulate First on his side (and he totally still is, but he also now wants to feed that man, talk with him during long evenings and perhaps take a nap with him, you know, disgusting cute domestic stuff amidst oh i dunno- taking over the world and being evil together. >;))

First Ninja on the other hand, is very much aware that for things to go this far means that he is absolutely having emotions about Chase. But he is also in denial, because how can he betray all of his moral standing and beliefs, if he starting to care about someone like Chase Young? So he shoves it so far deep, he is in denial about denial, and turns completely blind to anything even resembling them being something more than opponents who tentavely respect one another.

#que? #ninja showdown #my immortal soul #is it strange that out of those two i absolutely view Chase is the one who would voice out his wishes& feelings first #if only because Chase Young isn't one to deny himself things he really wants #(of course he has to realize that he wants them in that way first and that might take awhile) #and First Ninja is the one who WOULD deny himself anything just because it doesnt line up with his responsibilities and morals #even if he most likely will be the one to realize his emotions first. he also would have hard time believing sincerity of Chase's feelings #a very strange juxtaposition between the one who puts himself first and the one who never puts himself first #also not gonna lie. I wrote out. like several paragraphs about my headcanons about physical intimacy between those two &how they view it #but than I realized that its probably TMI for an anon ask that didnt ask for that xD so i decided not to subject you to my rants &deletedit #but still sorry

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

god help me i'm going insane about dickson xenoblade again

#this is what i get for thinking about lord of the rings too hard this week (specifically denethor / gríma / saruman and the like) #thinking about the way anthony may delivered “when will you learn you HAVE no future?” #he thinks shulk is fully DEAD at that point. he thinks HE killed him. which he very much meant to. but now that the kid is no longer there #now that the terrible future he's been preparing for and actively working to bring about has in fact come about #i don't know that dickson really cared anymore. he played his part he did the deed expected and he did it unquestioningly. So What Now? #well. now nothing. now the world that he spent so long biding his time in; so long getting enmeshed in (even for nefarious purposes) #is about to end; is about to be gone forever. #sure zanza will probably just create another world and maybe he (dickson) will have Even More Power in the new one #(though that's not a given! he doesn't know for SURE his lord and god will keep his promise!) #but like. what the hell does he care at this point #dickson SAYS he wants power but i suspect that long long ago what the giant dickson really wanted was SURVIVAL. #we never get to know just how he became a disciple or what the giant civilization looked like in its heyday or how it ended #but in MY headcanon dickson saw that some kind of destruction coming and he wanted Out #and maybe he hated his peers and figured any power and prestige that came from this bargain was just a bonus #i think he thought of himself as a saruman type: powerful; remote; far above the petty troubles of mortals (even the long-lived high entia) #but i have always headcanoned that by his later days (i.e. when he started engaging w/colony 9; machina village; etc. in earnest) #he committed too hard to the bit and started “going native” as it were; started to give a shit in ways that he would never dare admit #maybe not as much of a shit as; you know; a regular guy would. but more than an immortal disciple and horseman of the apocalypse should. #and all the time knowing that all the world he'd seen would soon be gone #maybe everyone else can get fucked. but shulk had to die too. and that's what their god MADE them to do. #he can't allow himself to care or to hope for another option bc in his mind it's already over; decided; that's it #what else can you do in the face of ultimate power but bow to it and take whatever scraps may fall to an obedient servant? #“you have no future” nor does he except that shulk came back. except that the peoples of bionis/mechonis just wouldn't accept Fate. #and in some final rebellious corner of his mind he starts putting eggs in shulk's basket. “if they can't even defeat telethia they won't #stand a chance against me (or zanza)” so let's see if they CAN. oh they did? how about a dragon? oh fuck they defeated the dragon too? #well fuck. maybe there WAS another option all along. but will/can they stand against me; the final disciple? oh they can?? #guess i'll die then bc i'm not looking THAT in the face. i am NOT unpacking my cowardice/failure/lack of vision after all these years. #good luck with that tho <3 you're welcome for the training btw. where i'm going i don't have to see your trauma assuming you live that long. #dickson #xenoblade

[espadagalaxia]

rest

#my art #fgo #fate grand order #tezcatlipoca #camazotz #im. houghhghhggg need to ramble a little but uh. #nahui mictlan spoilers incoming!!! #i just think theres an inherent bittersweetness to the idea of them! #tezcatlipoca is. absolutely in love with this guy. i don't even think that's a stretch. #and the thing is #he's just. some guy. #he's just a random man who had immortality thrust upon him when it was the last thing he wanted #and the idea of death admiring a guy who feels he can't die but really wants to #and keeps himself going out of sheer grief and determination to do better by his people when all he truly wants is to join them #there's something poetic to it!!! #that wasn't what i had in mind while i drew this but hopefully now you guys understand where I'm coming from!

[bestbonnist]

Episode 3 preview images!

#fumetsu no anata e #to your eternity #to you the immortal #fnae #tye #fnae anime #previous era #uralis arc #fushi #immo #kahaku #kahak #bon #bonchien nicoli la tasty peach uralis #i'm so ready for bon to be introduced #your honor i love him... #original post #for a hot second i thought the still of fushi and kahaku was from the proposal scene even though some details were off but no... he just #attaches himself to them like a fucking leech all the time

[bhaalsdeepbat]

Tfw a scene hits you with such force and clarity, it's absolutely like a religious vision

When Astarion gets up in the middle of the night to handle the twins so they will be quiet and let Mercy sleep, Mercy sneaks off to the undercity ruins. Theyre gone for hours hunting any Bhaalists who are trying to maintain the ruins, slaughtering the Bhaalists, and then going to the altar to yell directly at Bhaal, only to be met with silence. Mercy screaming that he couldn't take anything else from them. They'd make damn sure of it. Just never saying "You took everything you wanted from me, but you cannot have the twins." And it's a threat. One that isn't answered.

Then returning to a fretting Astarion (bc they're both still unlearning their codependency)

#bat rambles #durge and astarion are still working through toxic habits after the tadpoles are dealt with #they're both codependent and until this point havent had to be separated #or even like exist in a way that wasnt together #Mercy’s his emotional support person #and mercy is a guard dog who needs a job and their job is protecting Astarion so no one can get close #while he shoots an arrow through their throat #but now mercy also is feeling protective of the twins #not even maternal projectiveness or anything #they just can see who they were in the twins and if they got a chance #even with them spilling so much blood their body remembers what their mind cannot #mercy got a second chance and theyre going to extend that to the kids #it's just complicated and scary #astarion is still very much in his head and just performing so he doesnt have to think about the Horrors #he's just playing 5D short-term chess but he doesnt think of the twins as people yet #at best theyre like disgusting little gnolls #tolerating bc he can see Mercy isnt rejecting them #and mercy is like preparing for him to be like. this is NOT what i want #even tho he's absolutely thinking to himself it's barely a blip in his immortal life span #the time needed to rear the kids enough to be self sufficient and independent is nothing #but mercy will NOT ask him to stay they would never ask him to do something they think he may not wanna do #but bc no communication he's very confused about why they're so fucking angry at him all of a sudden #bc theyre pushing him away #their act 1 relationship was v much defined by communication issues by two people who dont know who they are #never love an anchor

[rivilu]

Ooo...

#arueshalae's quest... Delicious #i love it when companion quests not only are amazing in their own right but also allow room for me to expand on the pc... good shit #context-> i been thinking #since elluin died and came back very very wrong via botched wild hunt hunt or something of the sort #(dont ask me details this is all vague hc i only have the wiki to go off of for lore ) #just. where would his soul have landed if he had just died normally? #well. he's always been chaotic good. so #he should be at the club meme voice: he should be at elysium #something something the personification of the values Dimalchio abandoned staring him in the face #something about immortality granted through birth along with gifts unfathomable to mortals #versus immortality granted unwillingly. about the things one now considers trivial being what another was eternally barred from #something something envy something something rage #i cant wait to get here on azata path this is going to be JUICY to compare.... #ellu and arue are such a good pair to think about friendship wise in general... #trust me im talking about him more but mostly because it's a first run and im still developing him in my mind #but like dude... guy whose morals are the only part of himself he even considers vaguely salvageable #(even though he actually doesnt consider himself good- fun fact) #paired with girl trying desperately to learn and understand morality and undo the damage she did #also the fact that a bunch of the things elluin says to her he mostly says with the intent of putting some responsibility on the corrupted #which she instead interprets as him trying to absolve her of responsibility .. #i juist love them! #love them so much. throwing them in the microwave #(then there's also the azata-blooded assimar-shaped elephant in the room but im going to refrain from talking about him #because we dont have time to unpack aaaall that) #riv finds the path that sure is wrathfully righteous #oc: elluin

[serethereal]

kendall is absolutely logan’s first choice. roman’s not serious enough in his eyes. shiv is a woman. he doesn’t think of connor. and he’d never want anyone who isn’t family helming the company

#his first choice is obviously himself like if he could trade them for immortality and stay ceo forever he would but if not him then kendall #they’re all like “but you tried to put him in jail?!” that’s just a wednesday night for kendall and logan like #if anything i think logan actually respected him a little more for it. rather than roll over and get fucked he fucked him back like thats #smthn logan can respect even if he is the one being fucked #succession

[ivyithink]

I wish I had a nice monster-related quote or something to put here, but instead I’ll just recommend “for the departed”, “villainous thing” and “godspeed” all by shayfer james, ‘cause they’re a vibe for this AND great songs

this piece is also one for cringetober 2023! (some info here!)

the prompt: day 31 - halloween! honestly though, this was just an excuse to finally do at least something for the idea that’s been living in my head for a looooooong time…

#my art #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk uhtred #tlk alfred #cringetober 2023 #there’s another character for this au I wanna draw soooooo badly #‘cause The Vision (tm) would not be complete without them #time i just need some time to get to that #but look at these dramatic hoes #‘hey op what’s up with their outfits?? what time period is it???’ who cares #probably our time and they are just stupid #and by they I mean alfred ‘cause uhtred has a sensible t shirt and jacket on #no but literally this stupidity would be like the plot of hotel transylvania except no one at all is having a good time building a home for #all the wretched souls of creatures of the night; alfred’s too busy trying to sneak into churches without bursting into flames; he is #centuries into bemoaning the fact that god hates him now and what is even THE POINT in circumstances like that; meanwhile uhtred is just #gathering more and more critters around himself just because he’s uhtred and he has NOWHERE TO FUCKING PUT THEM??? he’s collecting the found #family and has like a dozen kids around his neck AND WOULDN’T IT BE NICE IF THEY ALL HAD A HOME HMMM??!!!?? maybe JUST MAYBE there’s a #depressed immortal somewhere who’s rich as hell and smart enough to build a safe place for those in need of it???!!? WITH HELP OBVIOUSLY #and I hope everyone appreciates the decision - no matter how ‘DUH of course’ it is - to make uhtred (saxon raised by danes yada-yada-yada) a #human turned werewolf (and raised by them to an extent; in my au anyway) #and alfred’s a vampire because of course he is and also I think someone should cast david dawson as one IMMEDIATELY #that’s such a missed opportunity he would be fantastic i think #anyway; i would happily babble about this with anyone who’d have me but tags are infinite so I’m stopping for now #*are not infinite #and just in case cause there is a detail in the work itself #cw: self harm #tw: self harm

[yeonban]

I love how DH's attire when he transforms into IL in and of itself shows the difference between him and DF

#muse: dan heng. #DF was so stifled and suffocated by his role and the people around him and it Showed in the way he dressed #He was very proper at all times; no stray strands of hair; not a millimeter of skin showing; always looking his absolute best #meanwhile DH is so much freer than that. after leaving the Luofu there's nothing shackling him down anymore. he can just Be Himself #and that also shows in his outfit as IL. it shows so much skin and in such places that it would've been SCANDALOUS for DF to wear it #and DH doesn't care about how he looks that much either. as in yeah he does take care of his appearance as much as he can #but he couldn't care less about whether his hair ends up messy or whether part of his clothes get torn or if he's dirty after a battle #obviously it's not preferable and he likes looking acceptable but he's NOWHERE near as strict about it as DF was #DF used to have a status to live up to AND he was taught since childhood to hold himself as if he's perfect and superior #DH has the reputation of the most wretched person in the Luofu & he was taught nothing like DF. he was shackled in a dirty prison instead #idk just... looking at DF and DH side by side you can instantly tell so many differences between them. even the look in their eyes #DF has the vibe of an immortal royal looking down on you; DH has the vibe of a young man looking at you as he would to an equal

[icharchivist]

laughing at people talking about the lgbt rep in gbvs and specifically avoiding talking about Belial. Like, making a list of the lgbt chara and not mentioning Belial.

We know he is toxic rep but own up to it. Belial didn’t give us the most fascinating arc of toxic devotion through death and lack of self worth to become the most beloved and incredible antagonist of the saga for u to not count him just because he’s a baddie. Who hasn’t started two apocalypses for their lover once anyway.

#mister is out there whoring himself out showing his sideballs and he's not even put on rep lists despite being a hero of fanservice #like booo where's our representation for messy bitches who can't handle a break up did you think of that #(trying to resist getting serious in the tags about how it's fine he's toxic since he's a foil to Sandalphon who's also gay and not toxic) #(like yknow when it's clearly narratively driven and not because 'eheh gay scary') #But i don't want to be serious while the other reason is just that i think Belial being toxic makes him hella fun sorry he's not boring #also apparently another fighting game from the same company that distribute gbvs has added a second trans chara to their rooster #so that's why now i see so many tweets about the lgbt rep in gbvs #but booo coward move to ignore belial com'on #ichatalks about gbf #ichasalty #also it's really funny bc it's like no mention of Belial but mentioning Vira as 'feral lesbian' #i'm so glad we moved past accusing Vira of being toxic rep but this is such a whiplash as well #also ultimately my ultimate serious take is that #the lgbt charas in granblue especially are so fleshed out as individuals that it's about them as characters #not as arbitrary 'good' or 'bad' rep #(ofc to some exceptions and esp like. mishandled stuff. but that's not the topic rn) #they have flaws because they're fleshed out #some of them have horrible flaws because this is a story with stakes as high as corrupting powers and apocalypses #and themes that escape the limits of human limitations (re: primal beasts losing it to immortality and purpose) #sometimes to allow chara to be interesting and fleshed out in depth you have to accept they won't be entierely positive rep and it's fine #it's about whenever they make the narrative interesting #GOD I SAID I DIDNT WANT TO GET SERIOUS IN THE TAGS #belial makes me think unwise don't start weird stuff in my replies thanks bye